The Son's Reflection
illuminates trees,
and defines silhouette forms
against Dawn's sky.
Window shears permit
warm, soft Light
to bathe my place of rest.
Light,
not incandescent,
but Divine,
shines.
Intense, Reflected Light
defines,
and now I see
the shadows
within my room,
and within my heart.
Reflected Son's Light
shown from afar
that I may truly see.
The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament shows His handiwork. Day unto day utters speech and night unto night reveals knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their line has gone out through all the world. In them He has set a tabernacle for the sun, which is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoices like a strongman to run its race. Its rising is from one end of heaven, and its circuit to the other end; and there is nothing hidden from its heat.
Psm. 19:1-6
